Mrs. Dykowski... celebrates seven years

I told a group of women at Bible study earlier this year that marrying him was possibly the best decision I’ve ever made.

It’s hard for me to believe, looking back on how little I knew about life in general, much less love at 21 years old, that I was capable of making such a solid choice.

Nevertheless, it’s worked out beautifully for me — literally — have you seen our girls? They’re gorgeous.

He’s the kind of husband I think all men should aspire to be. I’m so happy for the example he’s setting for our daughters when they look for a man to spend their life with.

He’s generous with others, but always keeps faith and our family as his priority.

He’s eager to pitch in around the house. It’s not a favor for Scott to do the dishes, he does them all the time. He doesn’t see changing diapers, discipline or any other part of caring for our girls as giving me a break; he sees it as his responsibility as their father.

As such, he is constantly trying to perfect his hair-fixing techniques — the man knows his way around a bottle of detangling spray.

He can cook. He can do laundry. He is learning to fix things around the house.

He knows more words to the soundtrack of any given Disney princess movie than he might care to admit.

He never gets tired of playing dolls, coloring and dancing with Darci.

He never gets tired of listening to me.

He is patient with my stubbornness.

He is honest with me.

He is faithful to me.

His hand always fits with mine just right.

I really hope I die first, even though he told me I’m not allowed to.

He makes me want to be a better person.

He’s going to be so uncomfortable publishing this column.

We have learned so much together in the past seven years. I can’t imagine how much more we’ll learn in the 70 to come, if God blesses us with those years together.

Happy Anniversary, Scott. You will always be my favorite person, even when you leave all the cabinets open.